This is a song about "Being in army"

Theoretical whines about being hamlet in trouble,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Blow up and being in a position

Of being fooled in a prank, which blew me in fragments

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Just for me being weird in the past/

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Between being skinned alive and bathed in acid

Instead of being in class

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass